Nobela ni sylvette

~Skylar~I woke up in Ryder’s bed with his arm heavy across my waist and his breath warm against my neck, and for about three seconds everything felt almost okay, until I moved and my ribs screamed at me like I’d personally insulted them.“Fuck,” I hissed, freezing.Ryder’s arm tightened instantly. “Don’t move, idiot.”“Too late.” I tried to shift away, but he just pulled me closer, careful around the bruises.“Morning,” he muttered, voice all rough from sleep, even though it wasn't fully morning yet. His hand slid up under the oversized shirt he’d given me last night, fingers tracing the edge of the bandage on my side. “How bad?”“Like I got jumped by three bitches with daddy issues.” I turned my head to look at him. His hair was everywhere, eyes still half closed, but he was staring at me like he was checking I was really there. “Stop looking at me like I’m gonna disappear.”“You did disappear last night.” His jaw ticked. “For ten minutes I thought….”“Yeah, yeah, you cried. I remem

~Skylar~His jaw ticked again. He leaned in closer, hands on either side of me on the bench, caging me in. “You don’t get to do that.”“Do what?”“Kiss other guys and then get yourself beat up over it and expect me to just…..”“I didn’t expect you to do anything,” I cut in. “I didn’t ask you to come find me.”“You think I wouldn’t?” His voice dropped. “You think I’d just let you lie there?”I opened my mouth. Closed it. Because no, I didn’t think that. Not really.He reached up, fingers brushing the bruise under my eye so light I barely felt it. “You’re mine to break, Sky. Not theirs.”My breath caught. Stupid. So stupid.I shoved at his chest….weak, but he rocked back anyway. “I’m not yours.”“You are,” he said, like it was fact. Like he’d already decided. “You just don’t know it yet.”I stared at him. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. “You’re insane.”“Yeah,” he said. “About you.”And then the door banged open.Mila stormed in like a hurricane, eyes wide, ha

~Skylar~My head felt like someone had used it as a hockey puck. Everything throbbed….my ribs, my jaw, my stupid pride most of all. I blinked a few times, trying to figure out where the hell I was, and then I realized I wasn’t on the cold floor anymore. There was something warm under my head. Ryder’s jacket. Of course. And his arms were around me, like he thought I was some broken doll he needed to hold together.I wanted to throw up. Not from the pain…from him seeing me like this. Weak. Human. Beaten down by a bunch of girls who didn’t even have claws. If I could’ve shifted, I would’ve ripped them apart. I’d pictured it while they kicked me, claws out, fur ripping through skin, strength flooding in like it was supposed to. But nothing. Just me, regular old Skylar, getting my ass handed to me.I tried to move, and a groan slipped out before I could stop it.“Hey,” Ryder’s voice was low, rough, way too close. “Don’t. Just stay still.”I opened my eyes all the way and there he was, face

Skylar's POV “Why don’t you want to kiss me?” Jordan asked, quiet like he was asking for something small but it felt big.My mouth went dry. I should have lied. I should have said something easy. Instead, the truth left my lips before I could stop it.“Because I love Ryder,” I said. I said it like it was a fact, not a confession.Jordan didn’t snap. He wasn’t the dramatic type. He just blinked and sounded tired when he said, “You really mean that?”I nodded. “Yes.”He stayed with me a long second, holding my hand. Then he said, softer, “Just once. Let me show you.”My head had a million small alarms. Every training rule I’d learned burned bright in my mind. Don’t trust too fast. Don’t give them chances to hurt you. But his voice was patient and something in me cracked. I leaned in. We kissed.It was quick. It felt wrong and right at the same time. When we pulled back, my chest felt full and empty at once. And then I wanted to confirm it and leaned in for another kiss, his lips were s

Skykar's POV I shouldn’t have been running. That’s the first thing. I was supposed to be at the nursing tent, alert, making sure no one broke a leg or got knocked out by a puck, but then I saw her. Malia. Smiling at Ryder. Touching his shoulder, wiping sweat off his forehead, all this careful attention that made me want to punch something. Preferably her, but I wasn’t above the occasional table flip either.“Sky! Move!” Mila’s voice rang out like someone had just threatened her favorite reality show. I ignored her, of course, because priorities…yurpI ran. Not a graceful run though. The field was chaos–girls fluttering around, trying to look attractive to Jordan Brick, Ryder, Liam and a lot more, who were walking past like none of them existed. Then Jordan came into focus.He didn’t strut or preen or act like he knew he was the center of attention. He just walked calmly.And he walked straight to me.“Here,” he said, taking the cloth I had in my hand and wiping his sweat with it.I f

Skykar's POV I was trying to eat breakfast without dying of embarrassment, which was harder than it sounded when Mila was beside me grinning like a hyena who’d just spotted a particularly tasty rabbit. She didn’t even try to hide it.“You’re a mess,” she said, stabbing a piece of toast like it had personally offended her. “Your hair, your face… honestly, you’re lucky you don’t look like a crime scene.”I shot her a look that should’ve killed, but she just laughed. Typical Mila. She could reduce you to a pile of self-conscious rubble and somehow make it feel like a compliment.“I’m not a mess,” I said, but my voice lacked conviction. I pushed my scrambled eggs around my plate like they were secrets I didn’t want to share.“You were crying yesterday,” she said, bold as ever, chewing slowly. “ Big, ugly, weeping mess. And no one saw except me, which, congratulations, you’ve officially ruined the universe with your dramatic self-pity.”I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. I didn’t know whe

Tania's POV I was barely touching the tiramisu in front of me, the bitter sweetness failing to reach my nerves, when the television flickered. West’s attention was buried in his laptop, fingers moving across the keyboard, his jaw set in an unreadable way and it made him look like he was calculating the end of the world.And then the screen cut to Damian.He was smiling, impossibly self-assured, with Kella by his side. Her hand rested lightly on his arm, the kind of intimacy we never had, that made my chest tighten with a cocktail of anger, disbelief, and fear. The chyron below screamed in bold letters:“Damian Reeve and Kella Dane: A Union of the Century.”The words slammed into me like a physical blow. My fork clattered to the table, dessert forgotten. My hands shook. My heart felt like it had been replaced with a fist, tight and cold.“West…” I whispered, my voice trembling. Panic clawing up my throat, threatening to choke me. My vision narrowed. “I… I can’t…”He lifted his head, d

Damian’s POVI remember when I first met Tania. She was sweet, nice, and smart. everything I wanted in a partner. I married her hoping for a male heir, but things didn't go as planned. She gave up on herself, stopped caring, and eventually fell ill. She couldn't even perform in bed, let alone give me a child. But now, there's Kella. No shade to Tania, but Kella is better in every way.Kella came into my life like a breath of fresh air. She was strong, caring, and took care of my daughter like she was her own. I watched as she kissed her on the forehead, her eyes softening with affection. It was a sight that made my wolf stir within me, bonding with hers even though we weren't real mates.Today, Kella was back from work but I couldn't help but let my gaze linger a little more on her. She was pretty and a very rare sight of beauty. I'm fucking Kella on my desk, her body writhing beneath me as I thrust into her again and again. She was moaning my name, her hips arching up to meet mine,

Tania's POV I sat on West's lap, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. His scent was all around me, a mix of pine and something wild, something that could make my wolf stir beneath my skin if I had still had one. I was wearing his shirt, the fabric soft and worn, and it smelled like him. It was supposed to be just training, but every breath I took, every movement I made, felt like a step closer to something worse."You said this was just training," I whispered, my voice trembling. I could feel the heat of his body through his jeans, the hard muscles of his thighs beneath me. I tried to ignore the way my body reacted, the way my pussy grew wet, the way my nipples hardened against the fabric of his shirt."It is," he said, his voice low and dark. But the way he looked at me, the way his eyes burned into mine, told a different story. He was trying to use his scent to provoke my wolf, to make me finally gain control. And for some reason I think it was working.I shifted in his lap,

West's POV I sat on the edge of Tania’s bed, legs apart, hands braced on my knees. She was curled against the headboard, arms wrapped around her knees, eyes sharp and expectant. I hated this. Not the conversation itself I hated having to tell her anything that involved Marcus’s logic. His kind of clinical, detached reasoning made me feel like a helpless asshole. And yet here I was.“Sit up straight,” I said, low and firm. “Don’t slouch.”Her eyes went wide. “Is this an order, Alpha?” she asked, smirking. “Because last I checked, I didn’t sign any contracts about posture.”“You did,” I said. Flat. “The one where I protect you and you survive. Consider this part of it.”She huffed but straightened slightly. “Charming. Real charming.”I leaned back, elbows resting on my knees, and tried to calm the chaos in my chest. I hated what I had to say. Hated it. But she needed to know. And she needed me to be serious.“Your wolf…” I started, letting the words hang. She tensed, waiting. “It’s gon

Tania’s POV“My Alpha?”The words slipped out before I even knew what they meant. They tasted strange on my tongue. West didn’t move. He was crouched in front of me, the edge of his jacket brushing the glass that was still scattered across the floor.“Don’t repeat it unless you mean it,” he said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it filled every inch of the room. “I don’t need submission for decoration.”I swallowed. “Then why say it at all?”“Because you respond to it,” he said simply. “Because it’s the only thing that breaks through when you lose control.”My hands were shaking. I stared down at them small cuts, dried blood, fragments of my own mess clinging to my skin.He took a cloth from the table and reached for me. I flinched, but he caught my wrist before I could pull back.“Stop fighting me,” he muttered.He wiped the blood away carefully, his fingers steady, almost surgical. No tenderness, no comfort, just control. Yet the steadiness itself was what kept me breathing.The silence s

Tania's POV I woke up with a pounding in my skull. This was sharp and insistent. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I noticed was how quiet it was. I tried to sit up. My body felt like it was being cut into pieces inside. My hands shook as I rubbed my temples. Something was off. Something big. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was there, clawing at the edges of my mind. I knew I was forgetting something, but I couldn’t remember what. That in itself made the headache worse, twisting into a new kind of panic.I stumbled to the bathroom, caught my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my eyes wide and unfocused. I blinked a few times, trying to remember what I was doing. My apartment looked… right, I guess. Familiar but strange. Like I’d walked into a dream and left the instructions on the bedside table.Then it hit me. I was missing pieces of myself. I tried to remember West, the date, the chaos, everything that had been happening, but the memory kept sliding out

~Liv~My words still hung in the air and I honestly didn't know what to say, my heart was beating so fast I could feel it wanting to fall out. Uh, yeah, sure. We can do that.” Rowan said.“Perfect! Six o’clock. Bring Rowan, obviously. Can’t wait to see my almost-son-in-law.”Rowan’s eyebrows shot up. I wanted to die.“See you then, mum,” he said, way too smug.I hung up fast and threw the phone across the bed.“You’re dead,” I said, lunging at him.He caught me, laughing as I tried to strangle him with a pillow. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”“Fun? My mom just called you her almost-son-in-law!”“Yeah, I heard.” He wrestled the pillow away, pinned my hands above my head. “Kinda hot.”“You’re deranged.”He grinned down at me, hair falling in his face. “So. Fake with benefits, dinner with the parents. We’re really selling this couple thing now.”I groaned, dropping my head back onto the mattress. “We’re so screwed.”“Yeah,” he said, leaning down to kiss my neck again. “But later. Right now,

~Liv~His mouth was on mine again and this time it wasn’t angry, it was just hungry, like he’d been starving for months and finally decided to stop pretending he wasn’t. My back hit the counter hard enough that I grunted into the kiss, but I didn’t care, I just grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and yanked him closer, legs parting so he could slot right between them like he belonged there.Which, fine, maybe he did.Rowan groaned low in his throat, hands sliding up under my hoodie…his hoodie, whatever…and his palms were hot against my skin, thumbs brushing the underside of my bra like he was testing if I’d stop him. I didn’t. I arched into it instead, biting his bottom lip just to hear that pissed-off noise he made when I pushed his buttons.“Fuck, Liv,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to yank the hoodie over my head and toss it somewhere behind him. Didn’t even look where it landed. His eyes dropped to my chest and he smirked. “Been thinking about this way too much.”“Yeah?” I grabb

~Rowan~I couldn’t fucking sleep. The one night I actually needed my brain to shut up, it decided to throw a goddamn party. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her hand coming at my face, heard the slap echo, felt the sting all over again. And yeah, part of me kept thinking I had it coming, but the rest of me was pissed that she’d done it, pissed that I’d pushed her to it, pissed that I cared this much.I rolled over for the hundredth time, punched the pillow, staring at the ceiling.The clock said 3:17 a.m. Awesome.I grabbed my phone off the nightstand. Screen lit up my face like an idiot spotlight. No messages. Of course not. Liv wasn’t the type to text apologies in the middle of the night. She was the type to stew and then explode later.I opened our chat anyway. Thumb hovering over the keyboard.I typed: We need to talk. Can you come over tomorrow?Stared at it.Deleted it.Typed it again.Added: I can’t sleep.Deleted that too. Made me sound weak.Just left the first part.We ne

~Rowan~The apartment went quiet after the door shut.I stayed where I was for a bit, staring at the door. I half expected it to open. Zoe to come back in and say something else sharp. Liv to slip back in because she forgot something stupid like her charger or her lip balm or her pride.None of that happened.I rubbed my face and exhaled. Slowly. Like that actually worked.“Idiot,” I muttered to nobody.I went into the kitchen because I didn’t know what else to do. The glass was still on the table. I picked it up, rinsed it, dried it, set it back down. Then I wiped the counter. Then I wiped it again. There was nothing there.I kept moving anyway.My cheek still burned. I didn’t touch it. I let it sit. I deserved that part. What I didn’t deserve was how close I’d come to losing control of my mouth.That scared me more than the slap ever could.I grabbed my phone off the counter without thinking. My thumb already knew where to go. Her name. Same as every other time tonight.I typed, I’m

~Liv~Rowan stood over me holding the water glass like it was a bomb he didn’t know how to defuse. His knuckles were white. The rest of him looked ready to snap in half.I took the glass just to make him stop staring, gulped half of it, then shoved it back at his chest. Water sloshed over his shirt. He didn’t flinch.“Feel better?” he asked, voice flat.“No.”“Good. Me neither.”He set the glass on the coffee table hard enough that it clinked too loud. Then he just stood there, breathing through his nose, looking at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to smash.I hugged my knees to my chest. “Stop hovering. You’re not my boyfriend, remember? You literally said it.”His jaw flexed. “Yeah, I remember.”“So why are you acting like one?”“Because I’m fucking furious, Liv. That’s why.”I laughed, short and ugly. “At me?”He dragged both hands through his hair hard enough to pull. “No. Yes. I don’t know. Pick one.”“Great. Super clear.”He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “Yo

~Liv~I was still busy day dreaming about being his real girlfriend when he sneezed like a cow^^. I had one foot tucked under my ass, the sleeve of Rowan’s hoodie pulled all the way over my hand because it smelled like him and I was pathetic enough to keep sniffing it when he wasn’t looking. The movie was some Marvel bullshit neither of us cared about. He kept stealing my crusts, I kept pretending to be annoyed, and everything felt almost normal for like five whole minutes.His phone buzzed on the armrest. He ignored it. Mine buzzed in my lap.I flipped it over without thinking.One new photo. No name saved, just a number I didn't recognize p.Little orange bottle. White cap. My full name on the label in that tiny black font. Sitting on the ugly brown nightstand. The one I stared at while he fucked me from behind and told me I was pretty when I cried.Under the picture: Door’s unlocked if you need.My lungs just quit. The room did that fun little tilt thing it does right before you pu